You don’t go to breakfast.

You wake up before everyone else- no alarm, because your roommates are still asleep and you doesn't want to risk waking them- stretches, grabs your skates and a protein bar and heads down to the rink.

You don’t talk to your coach, in fact, your coach is probably still sleeping. Your coach will probably have a nice warm breakfast and make his way down when he deems necessary. But still, he'll be expecting you to have done your reps. So, you do the same thing that you always do whenever someone expects something of you- you deliver.

Camel to donut to a one handed Y-spin. Over and over and over. After every routine, you pull yourself out into a glide to give yourself just a half a second to breath. The wind rushes against your cheeks, you swallow the coldness down, hoping it will settle your stomach.

You go and go and go until your fingers are numb, and then you put on your gloves and does ten more. You curve around the rink for just one more go, when you catch sight of a bunch of guys in gear walking in through the door. They're dressed in red and black and have hockey skates and gym bags in their hands.

"Hey!" One of them yells- the one with shaggy black hair tied back by a red headband (Sapnap). "We've this rink scheduled for right now, man. Who do you think you are?"

You tense, barely resisting the urge to scoot back on the ice. Then another guy, with pink hair (Techno), reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back.

"Nice skatin' kid."